So the work situation is solved for the foreseeable future.  Hurray!  That's a big load off.

We're in such a bizarre state of limbo now.  With 82 days left on our lease, not only do we not know where we'll live next, we don't even know which coast we'll live on.  I'm not complaining, but it's really very strange.  It's definitely much less stressful having the job situation resolved for now, though.

We're very seriously considering a salty little cutter. Very salty.  And little.  And we could plausibly be feeding the swimming pigs in months, not years.